So apparently you guys really liked the story. I really wasn't expecting that type of response. So like I stated before, You and Me was originally supposed to be a one-shot and it was going to end right there. However, you guys gave me such great reviews, it would be mean of me not to continue. I'm just saying now that this story will be short. Five or six chapters, maybe. I was thinking that every chapter was going to be a different song, but I can't find a song to go with how I want this next chapter.
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Fifteen feet. That was all I needed, fifteen feet. She was so close. I could have just called her name, she would have looked up, and that would have been it. I could see her much better than I could before from across the dance floor, and if possible she looked even more beautiful. Fifteen feet.
I was fifteen feet away from Alicia Spinnet when someone linked their arm with mine.
"There you are, dear. I've been looking all over for you," I felt myself being pulled in the opposite direction. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her standing there. "George, I need your help moving some things," my mother said, ushering me to the entrance of the ballroom.
"Mum, I'm kind of busy right now," I complained while I was being dragged along. "Don't you think you could have Bill or Ron help you?"
"Nonsense, you're not busy. You've been starting off into space by yourself since you got here."
"So if I had been staring off into space with someone else, would you still have pulled me away?" I asked her. She pointed to a table of gifts.
"Those need to be moved from here to your father's car parked outside," she ordered. "There's too many for us to just apperate the lot. I gave her a pleading look, but she shook her head. "George, that hasn't worked since you were 16." With a sigh, I grabbed a few bags in my hand.
"You never answered my question," I pointed out. I followed my mother out of the ballroom and to the doors of the hall. "If I had been with someone else, would you still have come to get me?"
My mother looked over her shoulder. "No, I wouldn't have," she answered. She pushed open the doors and we stepped outside. My father's car was parked right by the curb. With a flick of her wand, she opened the trunk. "However, you chose to come to your brother's wedding without a date. And even then, you still haven't talked to anyone that wasn't related to you." I put the bags in the trunk and we walked back inside to get more.
"I'll have you know, mother dearest, that I was going to talk to someone just as you pulled me away."
"I'm sure you were, now grab more bags." I could tell that she didn't believe me.
"Really, I was. I swear!" I argued, taking more bags from the table.
"And who were you going to talk to?"
"Alicia," I said simply.
"Alicia Spinnet?" she asked. I nodded yes. "Well that's a name I haven't heard in a long time. What ever happened to her?"
"She went to Ireland working for the Quidditch team," I said. "Secretary's work. I'm assuming she's just back for the wedding." We had transferred that last of the bags and I leaned against the car.
"It's a shame she lives so far away. She was a sweet girl. I really liked her." She shrugged, and then walked back inside.
I sighed, looking around as the Muggle cars passed by. With a slam of the trunk, I couldn't help but mutter, "Yeah, me too." With a roll of my eyes, I set off back inside.
There were still people dancing. I checked my watch- a half an hour left. I had a half an hour to talk to Alicia. I was rounding the corner to where I saw her last when Angelina jumped right in front of me, causing me to come to a screeching halt.
"Geeze, Angelina," I said, glad that I hadn't knocked her over. "What are you trying to do, take us both out in one fall?"
"Shut up, you should have been paying more attention," she said. She grabbed my hand. "Come dance with me?"
"You do know that I'm not your husband, right? I mean, I know that we're both devilishly handsome and-"
She cut me off. "I'm not drunk, George. Of course I know you're not my husband. But I know for a fact that you haven't danced with a single person today, and that's simply not going to happen."
"How do you know I haven't danced with anyone yet?" I asked her. "You've been too busy twirling and spinning to notice."
"Because I asked your mother."
"Oh." She tugged me out to the dance floor. "Angelina, come on. I don't want to dance."
"Too bad. This is my wedding, not yours." With another yank, she pulled me onto the floor.
"I guess you're right," I said, shrugging. "I'm sorry. I've just had a lot on my mind." We danced for a while without talking before she spoke up.
"You know, you really do need to find yourself a girl, George," she said. "Then I wouldn't need to force you to dance."
"Yeah, well I was going to go talk to someone before you asked… told me to dance," I pointed out to her. "But you wouldn't let me."
"Who were you going to ask?" she questioned. "Was it Marley from my work? She's the blonde."
"No,"
"Well was it Tanya? She's the really tall one. She's a sweetheart, but that dress… I can't believe she wore it to my wedding. It looks like-"
"No, it wasn't Tanya."
"Well then who was it?" she asked. I gave her a tricky smirk, and as soon as I did, her jaw dropped and a huge smile took over her. "GEORGE! Why didn't you tell me?" She pushed me away from her. "If I had known that, I wouldn't have made you dance with me."
"I tried to tell you," I defended myself. "But you wouldn't let me. Angelina, you weren't taking no for an answer."
"Well why are you still talking to me? Go find her!" She gave me another shove, for encouragement I suppose, and the stormed off, muttering something like "It took him long enough."
I checked my watch again. The reception would be ending in fifteen minutes. Once again, I straightened my tie and fixed my collar. I began to walk over to the side of the room where I had seen Alicia. I was ready. I was confident. I was sure that I could do it. But then I felt like I was punched in the stomach when I got to where she was last.
Because she wasn't there.
The girls from Angelina's work were, but Alicia wasn't. I scanned the dance floor, hoping to find her dancing with someone, but I was unsuccessful. She wasn't there. I turned to one of the girls that she had been talking to. Marley, I believe it was.
She was in the middle of telling a story to two other girls. "So then Jared said that Missy said that Janice told her that it wasn't true." I cleared my throat, trying to get her attention. Nothing. "But even though Janice swears she didn't do it, Mark thinks that she did. And he thinks so because Kim told him what Jimmy told her, which came right from Alison's mouth, who is Janice's cousin who was there that day." I tried again, this time louder. The other girls weren't much help either. They just stood there fascinated with what Marley had to say. "I'll tell you what though, either way, she's still a- oh did you need something?" Finally.
"Um, hi," I greeted her. "The girl you were talking to earlier, Alicia, where did she go?"
"She went that way," she replied, pointing out into the lobby. "She told me where she was going, but I forgot. I probably should have been listening better, but I was trying to remember what happened to Janice. You know Janice, right?" I shook my head. She was crazy. Psycho. A few olives short of a pizza. "Say, would you like to dance?" I had to draw the line right there.
"Uh, no, sorry. I'm looking for someone," I said, backing away.
"Nonsense," she said, throwing her hands over my shoulder. "Dance." I wasn't going to let this happen again. Especially not with motor mouth.
"Er…" I grabbed the first person I could find, who happened to be Bill. "Here, dance with him. He lives in Egypt." I wasn't sure what my brother living in Egypt had to do with anything, but it worked. I rushed away hearing her ask him if he'd ever seen a mummy.
I checked my watch. Ten minutes. I quickly walked over to the lobby, the direction that Motor-mouth Marley sent me. The lobby wasn't very big, and Alicia wasn't there. Could I have missed her? I hurried back to the ballroom. I didn't see her. Guests were starting to leave. Could she have left already?
Five minutes.
It seemed as thought I was racing against the clock. I looked back over to Angelina's co-workers. Most of them had left, too, and it was just Marley, probably telling the same story, and a tall girl who Angelina described as Tanya. After a minute, even the two of them began to walk out.
"Hey, tell that Bill fellow to gave me a call sometime," she said to me as she walked out the door.
"Uh, yeah, I'll be sure to," I nodded as I watched her leave. I couldn't help but add, "When hippogriffs become vegetarians." But she didn't hear me, luckily.
I sighed. The reception was over. No one was left in the ballroom besides me family and a few close friends like Lee Jordan and Katie Bell. They were helping my mother clean up.
I had given up. All I could think about was how Fred was right. I blew my shot. I was just about to go help clean up before I heard something.
"Psst!" It was someone whispering. "Is she gone?" I turned around, but didn't see anyone. I looked all around- no one was there.
"Finally," I heard someone say behind me. "That Marley girl was driving me insane."
I looked to my left, towards the women's bathroom, and for a second, I swear, all I saw was scarlet.
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DUM DUM DUM! Who could it be? Yeah right, like you don't already know? Well you know the drill- the more you review the more I write, or something like that. I'm leaving Tuesday until Sunday, so hopefully I'll get a chapter up by then.
This chapter was short, I know, but it was meant to be. I don't know if I mentioned it up there or not, but these chapters are going to be short.
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